I knew a girl, a really nice girl
Down near Wroxham way.
She was wholly nice to me back in the old schooldays
She would smile, all the while, but daddy didn't know all.
What she used to say to me behind the garden wall,
Ha' ye go' a loight boy? Ha ye go' a loight?

Molly Wimley, she smoke like a chimley
But she's my little nicotine gel.